The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the Miller residence, his boots sinking into the mud, the wet wool of his uniform heavy against his chest. He wanted the pension. He wanted Martha’s medicine. He wanted the Company to see that he was still useful, that he was still the man who kept the peace in the new...

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